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... I don't see any stickers on seats or walls… and the ceiling doesn't have any rubber material leaning down. I have to say, the world isn't throwing itself into an uncontrollable whirlpool of utter chaos: there are people who are not that obsessed with money, as someone might claim.
The smell is nonexistent… at least it was better than that putrid one! Ugh… what were they thinking?! I have never been treated this badly, yesterday… speaking of that, I didn't check the time when my mother was explaining her story. How could I've been that foolish to let 3 hours pass under my nose?!
Luckily I was in my former home: my room still had those storybooks I keep on my shelves, the bed sheet had the same floral pattern… in other words, I felt much smaller with my head full of those Saturday-morning cartoons I used to watch with my brother.
… I wonder if they still air those same cartoons… … what I'm asking?! Those cartoons were so old, the new generation would probably laugh at their animation quality! Although, those were the works of skill… not the mere simplicity of computer graphics.
At the end, that's what let me evolve into the more advanced self: skill practice and patience. Especially patience… although, it needs a bit more work: unfortunately, I can't keep myself under control against stupidity such as Grina's ridiculous antics and Bars' general ineptitude.
Come to think of it, I sent those two to interrogate Master Squid and find any clues about Project Neo. I wonder what did they find about it… I hope to not hear anything who might harm my patience: if I keep losing my control, I'll never learn how to have the perfect patience and end up looking like an idiot myself!
Even though their information might end up not too useful, my actual situation is just the emblem of perfectionism: my mother kindly revealed some interesting points about Project Neo, which will greatly help my planning process and absolutely control the situation.
Now, what my mother said exactly
"Ticket please!"
Mirii jumped a bit, as her head immediately turns up slightly to the left: a tall, smiling Inkling man wearing a dark blue jacket, a hat colored in the same manner with a gold emblem in the middle representing a sun and pants of the same color. His shoes were dark-brown, with the laces black.
His right hand was in front of her eyes. Mirii opened her mouth, as her left hand rose up: the hand was grasping a ticket. Her fingers slide to the bottom, as the man's right hand took the ticket's tip and pulls it slowly.
"Well… 200 coins less, but well spent as an example for the citizens!" The girl smiles. "This is what I would like to call: having a clear idea about the money you are spending."
"Mirii Kelpshell?" The man's eyes were on the ticket.
"Correct." Mirii's head rose a bit. "Something to say about my name?"
"Not really anything in particular about your name… although, last night I kept hearing this name during my shift!" His right hand lowered, he smiles a bit towards the girl.
Suddenly, her eyebrows lowered, her mouth downturned.
"… who mentioned my name?!" She bends a bit forward.
"Good question!" He shrugs. "I can't remember much about it…"
"WHAT?! THAT'S INSANE!" Mirii stands up with her arms stretched down, her fists clenched, her veins popping out from her forehead. "YOU MUST HAVE SEEN SOMEONE TALKING ABOUT ME!"
"Hey, hey!" The man's hands went back and forth, as he bends a bit backwards, his irises were shrunk, sweat formed on his forehead. "Why that matters so much?! Do you have a grudge against people calling your name?!"
"In this case… it's more than just a ridiculous grudge." Her eyes squeezed a bit, her mouth was semi-open as her upper teeth were exposed. "I'm constantly hearing people mentioning my name… and still to this day, I don't know who is doing such. I'm getting sick of this uncontrollable phenomenon happening behind my back: I need those answers as quickly as possible, so I'll know precisely what I have to do."
"Oh… that sounds serious…" His eyes fell on Mirii's ticket. "Even though I didn't saw who talked… I somewhat remember what they said."
Mirii's eyes expanded, as her irises shrunk.
"They were saying how good you were at exploiting a mind game that easily." His eyes closed, as his smile reached his cheeks. "One cited that facing you down must be like the finals of chess!"
The girl stared down the man, while her limbs were keeping their positions.
"Were those… in the same team as that man and woman who wanted me splatted?!" She swallows silently. "Oh no… no… I-I don't have any time to waste with those fools! WHO ARE THEY IN THE FIRST PLACE?!"
"I don't think there is any reason to be that worried." His eyes opened. "They weren't yelling or anything."
"Of course they wouldn't yell: only people who lack in self-control would…" She sighs silently. "… for those who get mad, it's all about practice: sooner or later, anger will be nothing but a mere imprecision of the past."
The man's right arm stretched a bit, as the hand was holding the ticket: Mirii's left hand grabbed its tip, pulling it gently.
"Name pronounces aren't doing a scratch to a Squid, that's for sure." The man took two steps forward, as his head was turned over the girl. "Just relax and enjoy the ride, ok?"
"… thank you for your support, mister." Mirii bows down, raising back up and smiling widely.
"You are welcome!" His eyes closed for a moment, as he starts walking down the path.
People talking about me… what they even have to say about me? Aside from Project Neo, naturally… … speaking of that project… it would be wise to check if I remember anything new I learned from my mother's story: if information pieces are missing, that would mean my plans would be too imprecise to get anything done… and I would end up failing like nothing!
So… my mother said that she went to the labs earlier that morning… when she was reading her previous report made the day before, her ears captured the voice of a man. A man who was yelling very, very loudly… my mother said that her first thought was to rush, rush, rush.
She arrived in the middle of a hallway… seeing the man having this black color around him. He wasn't yelling anymore… instead, he started to laugh louder and louder. Immediately, three Inklings surrounded the man taking him out of sight.
His last words were "GOTTA REVENGE THEM ALL!" right before he was pushed inside an unknown room. One of my mother's friends were near her… this is where she heard that the man in question was one of the many cavies, coming from those different laboratories.
Unfortunately, one of the labs' supervisors was nearby… that's where she received threats from the superiors. None of her friends at the lab wanted to defend my mother… and that meeting she was suppose to attend never happened.
This was the moment, when she decided to abandon her scientist job and dive inside the economic world, by opening her own company… as long as she didn't revealed that event happened in front of her eyes. Event which I learned yesterday.
I don't think I forgot anything: perfect. This piece of information is by far, the most important element I have in my arsenal: it's now a matter of asking the most precise question… how Hunley was affected by this black ink, if he never visited a lab in his whole life?!
He did visit a lab… but that was after this black ink affected him! There is no way he was sent in one of those labs before he joined this organization! … unless… unless there is indeed another way, which is hidden in front of my eyes.
They made me think this black ink was something never seen before… I'll make them think that they need a more elaborate lie to get the best of perfection.